Monday, 30 March 2009

East London went all countrified on Sunday in the inaugural Oxford Vs Cambridge Goat Race. It was timed to coincide with the boat race, so while the reporters were giving pre-race coverage of the teams on the river bank, we were treated to pre-race feeds and bleats inside the city farm's enclosure.

It was a wonderfully surreal afternoon, with the feisty and somewhat vertically challenged Cambridge working the crowds and the serene and remarkably clean Oxford patiently eating with a sock puppet sat on his back. I told you it was surreal.

The event's logo was designed by Cookie, and I presume the sock puppet jockeys were the handicraft of his girlfriend, Nicky Gibson.

Thursday, 26 March 2009

I blogged a little while about this Vetiver poster that I coveted, well I will covet no more, I'm the proud owner of edition 11/20, and it's a beaut. I'm waiting to frame it, but it's on the most delicious thick watercolour paper, it seems a shame to place it behind glass.

Further to a lovely email conversation with Ben, I was also pretty chuffed to find a screen-printed tote book bag inside my poster tube! It's all about the personal touches.

I've also noticed a few updates to his blog, and spotted this chunky little people typeface, 'Alphabetty' which made me smile, I apologise if I've misused/abused your typeface, but I wanted to say a personal thanks. Thanks!

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

I stumbled upon the ‘FOUR LINE LONG POEM’ recently and it got me thinking, are we heading towards a succinct world? Is less, more? Or are we just getting lazier? Is brevity the new brainy? No flowery prose or verbose dialogue needed now, just tell it to me straight.

“HATE BEEF LOVE TOFU”, “KNOW TRUE LOVE ONCE”, “BALD DOGS LOOK PINK”

OK, so you could interpret these ‘poems’ as deep, ridiculous or just plain bizarre, but this montage of four liners is also telling of our concentration span. Tweets and Facebook updates have to be engaging enough to stop us in our tracks at least long enough to LOL back some kudos.

Perhaps this is merely the latest fashion of story telling, but currently we are actively encouraged to make clever use of limited characters. Hemingway toyed with telling a complete and very short, short story in six words, that’s 32 characters to you Twits out there. “For sale: baby shoes, never worn”, he claimed it was his best work.

The best use of Twitter I’ve seen to date aside from Towerbridge’s personable, informative and human Tweets, “I am opening for the FGS Brandenburgh, which is passing downstream.” is the creatively succinct tales of TimKeyPoet. Key manages to paint a world in a few brush strokes and leave us asking questions and frankly wanting more; “Poem#171. “I’m not marrying that pig!” I said to mother. She continued to leaf through the portfolio.”

Short, short stories are not a new phenomenon and I’m not claiming as much, but haikus must be sagely nodding at Twitter and waiting for all the fuss to die down. In the mean time it concerns me that we might lose the ability to converse in more than 140 characters.

I wish my neighbours would take off like in this clip, I was woken at 5am, yes 5am, by a drum kit and a bass guitar and the raucous party next door. And where was my invite?! Anyway, I've realised I badmouth my neighbours a lot and found this, I'm not alone! I'm just suffering from neighbourphobia.

The website has some sweet illustrations, especially in the quiz, including David Attenborough (the nicest man in the world). You can take the test and see how affected your area is too, it's a bit 28 days later on a serious budget, but nice sentiment.

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

I've shared tilt shift images before but it makes me so happy, so here's the latest installment from Keith Loutit, from Sydney's Mardi Gras parade. Happy sunny Tuesday! Also check out his bath tub animation, look out for the falling fisherman, great spot Henry!

What a great way to start the day, I can only imagine how satisfying this chocolate tastes, look at it in all it's archaic splendour.

I did a little digging into the Mast Brothers and was delighted find them to be real, and don't they look exactly how they should? Mr. Wonker would be proud. Saccharine salutations to Messrs. Rick and Michael Mast.

My parents have a dog called Kip. Kip is very naughty and has picked up the pseudonym Kippy no no! Such is the regularity of his naughtiness, it turns out he is not alone, introducing Eli, better known as Eli, no!

Created by the very talented Eighthourday check out their other work too, I get the feeling Eli, no! is an imminent book success as the images have been removed from Flickr, and they are getting much coverage of late. Let's hope it sees the light of day.

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

A small but perfectly formed batch of 25 pop up books, Pop Up Porn, have been hand made by Michele Chun and Miya Saito, those little minxes. Available to buy from Sometimes Books for $50 or a card for $5.

Sexy!

The subject matter may be a little risque but it's still a crafty and clever project. Documented on their Flickr stream.

Monday, 2 March 2009

To be honest, I'm glad JWT have repositioned themselves so it's not just housewives perving over semi-clad men (wow I'm officially getting old), it does feel a bit JWT but at least it's positive and a bit phantasical and it's a lovely Spring day so I won't slate it. I think the full 60second clip is aired tonight on channel 4.

The ginger gene is dying out. In 100 years there will be no more strawberry blondes, gingas, carrot tops, copper knobs, flamed haired beauties, no nothing!

I went along to the Idea Generation Gallery on saturday to view Jenny Wickes' exhibition cataloguing, questioning and realigning our opinions of the endangered ginger in an aptly named exhibition called Root Ginger.

It was a strangely alien collection of vibrant orange on stark white walls, but there is a beauty in it, undeniably and to my good friend Sophie who is a profound supporter of the ginger, I salute you.